One of the people I went to the concert to with last Friday was talking about how last week she was down in this bar in Orlando and two guys came up and one guy was like "Oh, my wife's coming in a second" before the other guy started hitting on her. The main point of her story was how the guy who was hitting on her was a former NFL player who now owned a Mercedes dealership and how he kept telling her that he had to be careful around women because he had a lot of income to protect, but the best part was how in a little while the other guy's wife came up to the table and immediately started being like, "I'm so drunk, I've had eight drinks!" and talking about a lot of shit, like how she wasn't really the one guy's wife but was divorced with kids and had been seeing this guy for years since her divorce, and how the other day she was at a doctor's office "and the boxes said single married divorced or other and I didn't know which one!"
She also said that "Naked Sundays" were the best invention ever, but you could only do them every other weekend, because on the other weekends you had the kids, "and on those Sundays I cook pancakes and I'm Mom." She also said that she found her childhood diary the other week and in it she found out that she had wanted to be either a moviestar or a cowgirl. She was saying that it's too late to be a moviestar, but she's wondering now if she can still be a cowgirl.
I found that incredibly endearing, this tanked-up woman from Orlando who must be pushing forty still thinking about whether she can become a cowgirl. It's very sweet, in a way.
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